Billionaire, Let's Divorce!
Chapter 0031

Chapter 0031

SYDNEY'S POV

I angrily patted Mark on his cheek. "Wake up! I'm Sydney not Bella."

I grunted loudly as I pushed at his shoulders trying, again, to get him off me. My shoulders fell as I let out a resigned sigh.

How in the hell did he get himself this drunk?!

After he had scared the life out of me and drunkenly said, wifey with a dazed smile, he had slumped and fell on my chest and I must say, he is heavy.

It was hard to breath with his head on my chest like that. And the snores that emitted from his throat was even more agitating

"Mark! Godammit!" I screamed exasperatedly. I was too tired for all of this. I just wanted to come home, lock myself in my room and get enough rest to recharge me and strengthen me for the next day. But here I was, stressing my brain as I kept thinking of how to get him off me and as I also keep pushing at his taut shoulders.

My eyes scanned the dim room, hoping one of those eerie shadows would turn out to be one of the household staff but no, the shadow remained there.

I dropped my phone on the sofa beside me. summoning all my strength, I clenched my stomach and pushed at his shoulders. He fell on the floor with a loud thump.

I leaped from the chair, gasping for air. Damn. How can someone be so heavy?

Finally, I picked up my phone and flashed the torch on him. He was on the floor, curled up, low painful groans coming from him. He looked so vulnerable, like a naked new born.

My heart went out to him and I decided to tuck him in bed.

I squatted beside him and lightly tapped on his arm, "Mark," I called softly. "Mark" I softly called his name for like a dozen times and he still didn't respond.

I was already losing my patience. Gritting my teeth, I smacked him on the back and he leapt up with a loud gasp as if he had been drowning.

Then he groggily turned to me. "Sydney."

I drew back. It was surprising that in his drunken state he recognized me.

"Yes, Mark? It's me, Sydney. Now tell me, what do you have to say for yourself? Getting yourself drunk like. some heartbroken teenager," I blabbered as I put one of his arms around my shoulders. With a grunt, I got both of us on our feet. We both wobbled for a while before we both got grounded.

"Good," I murmured, "Now, let's get you to bed," I said like I would speak to a three year old.

Slowly but thankfully, steadily, we made our way to his room.

I looked around the room for a while as we staggered in the doorway. The only words fit to describe his room were bland and order.

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Chapter 0031

We reached his bed and I managed to properly lay him on the bed.

"Now I can go get my sleep!" I said and turned to get up from the bed.

I let out a yelp as his hands closed around my wrist. I whirled my head around, some strands of my hair getting in my face. I instinctively pulled at my arm but his voice stopped me.

"Don't go." I would say this was the softest and lowest had heard him speak. "Don't leave me." Then his other hand came up and rubbed my hand.

I abruptly pulled away, hating that his actions were pulling at my heartstrings.

"Sydney...

A nervous laugh bubbled up my throat. "Relax, I'm not leaving. I'll just go pour you a glass of water." I eased his hands off me and got on my feet, "Atleast, that would help you sober up quickly then I can go to bed myself." By the time I finished speaking, he was already snoring off again.

Immediately I got out of the room, I furiously scrolled through my contacts and searched for her number.

Pushing our differences aside, I dialed the number. I wasn't about to tend to a drunk man for a whole night.